by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

When I close eyes at night
I often see familiar sights
of blue skies and sun bright,
trees and beaches black or white
where we charged
with all our might.
We thought we'd set
the world aright,
'twas not to be.

For soon the call
did sound again,
called us back
to that great din
of smoke and sound
and shot and shell,
another trip
through
vicious hell.
And so we went.

Another time,
another place
yet familiar
to our face the
game's the same
we can't deny 
to kill them all
before we die.
Take the land and
call it our own,
make them suffer
and atone
for dire deeds
they did commit
upon their own
and we.

God grant us power
to face the foe,
to win the hour
that cost so,
let no man falter
at the wheel
maintain the drive
and the zeal,
bring us home
whole and well,
in peace and safety
let us dwell.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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